What an alarming, sensual, grotesque thing that I Get So Emotional Baby is. An investigation into the systemic threats to women’s ownership of their own emotional and bodily realities, I Get So Emotional makes for a horrifyingly good watch.
From the go, I knew I was in for something bizarre as three women dolled up in plastic one-by-one padded onto a suspiciously pink-stained white carpet. I wish I was disappointed (that’s in a good way). Each scene was more disturbing than the one before. The characters were silent throughout but more than made up for it with movements that would scare hardcore The Exorcist fans—I, for one, was freaked tf out. I felt like I was having a pervert’s religious experience at one point. One scene sees all three characters wear “babygirl” t-shirts and engage in a pagan-like frenzy that is equal parts manic and erotic.
The show (un)pleasantly surprises you in how much weirder and messier it can get—literally, the stage gets doused in “blood” and pink wafers by the end. It makes for an absolutely thrilling experience, and I challenge anyone to try to look away for even a moment.
Fans of getting fucked over by the patriachy and the horror movie genre will get a kick out of this one.
I Get So Emotional Baby is on from 11–22 October at Basement Theatre.
